MOTHER’S GARDEN SWITCHES TO TINS
We are now offering our premium fresh, multi award-winning arbequina extra virgin olive oil in 3 LITRE tin containers, for UK and Europe-wide distribution and beyond.
Mother’s Garden, here in the Priorat mountains of Catalonia, will no longer be using any plastic bottles, only offering our olive oil in the single size tins or in cases of 6x500ml glass bottles.
And with the 3 litre tin option you can order 3 litres, 6 litres, 9 litres, 12 litres, 15 litres etc, sharing a delivery with family, friends, colleagues and neighbours to cut the transport cost and impact.
Or combine our tin order with a case of glass for gifts or home use. Get in touch if you have any questions.
Please cut off the label too, and pass it on to anyone you think may be interested and may perhaps be keen to share a delivery with you and thus save money.
Remember that by buying direct from us you can get this outstanding super-food with full provenance, from one village mill, delivered to your door for less than it retails.
And with the planet very much at the forefront of our minds and endeavours, we ask that you always recycle the container.
CLICK HERE TO GO TO OUR ONLINE SHOP. We would love to supply you. Help us spread the good news that is healthy, delicious, fresh premium olive oil.
* Free delivery for orders over £120 is only available for customers in the UK.
We recommend a tablespoon of beautiful, fresh premium olive oil in your daily diet.
But just don’t take our word for it. It is all here, the facts, research, recipes and more, in one of the best books on vital olive oil health benefits, by Judy Ridgway and Dr Simon Poole – THE OLIVE OIL DIET.
We have copies of this award-winning book. Visit us our online to get your copy of nutritional secrets of the original superfood.
And why not try some of the finest olive oil at the same time? We can supply Europe-wide – the UK, Ireland, The Netherlands, Germany, Belgium and more. Have them delivered together, share a delivery with family and friends and the cost drops.
If you have any questions please ask. We are here to help.
Eat well, keep well.
Delicious, finest Mother’s Garden olive oil – one of the finest olive oils in the world – is now available for immediate delivery Europe-wide for late summer feasting.
(Thank you to our first customers in Germany).
Five litre containers, two litre containers and cases of 6x500ml bottles available.
Go to our shop, pay in your local currency, share a shipment with friends and save money. Just ask us if you need more information. One village mill. Simple and wonderful.
Week beginning September 4 is still free in the farm cottage, so ask about late booking discount.
2017 comments on our olive oil and cottage include….
“Best artisanal olive oil I have had. Very popular with the rest of the family and reasonably priced. Keep it coming.”
“Love is all around this house. Peace, Joy, freedom and the best food ever!”
“If we travelled the world over we would never be able to find a place as lovely as this.”
“Our fourth stay comes to an end and Mother’s Garden is as lovely as ever – the Priorat delightful and the hospitality superb. We will definitely be back to our favourite holiday destination.”
Ola olóige in Éirinn – seirbhís seachadta go dtí an doras
Mother’s Garden premium extra virgin olive oil is now available in IRELAND.
Have it delivered direct to your door – award-winning olive oil from one village mill, from the latest harvest.
Bursting with flavour, life and healthy goodness this can be with you within days. Are you already a customer and have friends and family in Ireland? Please let them know.
5 litre €64.44 delivered
2 litre €40.43 delivered
Case of 6x500ml bottles €66.56 delivered.
Just click here to go to our Ireland shop.
And explore our website too – you can come and stay on the farm, read about the Mother’s Garden adventure in our two books.
We remain a small business but appreciation for what we are trying to achieve is spreading. We would love you to be part of that.
Go raibh maith agaibh!
Want some fresh, multi-award-winning premium extra virgin olive oil?
We have new stock in the UK now available for immediate delivery – just go to our shop to order.
Have you just found Mother’s Garden? There is much to discover, stories to read, places to visit and wonderful food to put at the heart of your healthy diet.
If you have any questions or special requests please get in touch. We would love to hear from you.
There has been a rush for our discount bottles – cut price to celebrate our fifth GREAT TASTE gold award – and now they are all gone. Oh.
But do not despair! More will arrive in the UK in December. Get in touch if you would like some of this new harvest – award-winning olive oil full of life and goodness, from tree to you with a few weeks!
And all orders received before January 1 will be at current prices. Very sadly, the decline of the UK pound means we will have to increase our prices in 2017. Watch this space. Better still, get ahead and pre-order New Harvest now. GET IN TOUCH!
Our May shipment is in England, ready for distribution next week – world-class, award-winning arbequina extra virgin olive oil from our valley, appreciated by more and more people. Just get in touch if you would like to try some.
Why should you? Premium olive oil is not only delicious but exceptionally good for you. Here is a guide – http://www.oliveoiltimes.com/olive-oil-health-benefits. But if you have any questions please ask us via our contacts page.
Remember, too, that if you just want to try a 500ml bottle we have deli and farm shop outlets in Norfolk, Kent, Hampshire, Staffordshire, Derbyshire and Devon. Just ask.
And please keep track of the nature and life down on the farm with our monthly Mother’s Garden posts and photographs at https://www.facebook.com/mothersgardenoliveoil/. The olives are in flower now and we have cirl buntings hopping from branch to branch.
The cottage is booked now through to the end of September, but we would be delighted to welcome you if you want to consider an autumn break.
Keep well, and if you want to join the growing number of customers appreciating our fresh EV olive oil please GET IN TOUCH.
We have fresh supply in the UK now of our award-winning latest harvest extra virgin olive oil for immediate delivery.
Simply go to our Mother’s Garden online shop to order or get in touch if you have any questions. We are here to help.Every container carries the pressing and bottling dates.
Our premium fresh arbequina olive oil comes from just one village mill and has won the highest awards. We are here, working on the olive trees and in the mill, so you can be sure of the quality and freshness.
And you can visit us too in the stunning part of Catalonia. We have a holiday cottage on the farm.
Ping. Spring bursts, headlong, certain. Lucid blossom pops on the fringes of the meadow, at the feet of budding vines, on the fingertips of the black-barked almonds. The reaches of the bare walnut canopy chime with chaffinch song.
It is disconcerting, bewilderingly precipitous.
I’m trailing behind the dogs, beyond the olive grove into the spooky shadows of the pine copse on the gentle sloping terrace above the corral. It is a place of whispers, corridors and half light, not so dense, nor too open, the fitting place to bury the sparrowhawk. This is where these birds prey, breathe, strike, belong. On my looping route in and out of the wood I pass two scatterings of feathers, one from a pigeon, the other a blackbird.
The sparrowhawk cupped in my hand – a juvenile, yellow-iris male I think – still had the steel in its half-closed eyebeam; a warrior, as Ted Hughes poem keenly summed, blue shoulder-cloak wrapped about him, weighing just seven ounces. Its Jurassic feet of shocking turmeric yellow, of clinical finesse and power tipped with curling razor black talons, were as perfect as the counter shaded bars on his chest. What a terrible waste.
The last time I had been so close to murderous creation was when its cousin and another farm and valley predator, a goshawk, had broken through the net canopy of our chicken run exactly two years ago. Dim-witted, I had stepped in, over the corpses of two chickens it had dispatched, and tried to usher it out. It looked into my soul. The raptor gaze was as shocking as the bulk. It was a force of nature.
The hawks were dark, untameable, graceless creatures of history, unloved by the falconers with noble peregrines on their gauntlets. Goshawks were deemed vile and fractious, hard to master. For sure their darting, shadowy world is far harder to glimpse, let alone fathom, so different it is from the soaring falcon. But what wonder when you see a hawk, sense the menacing, brutal power from that different world, the one we rarely see and decreasingly sense: the parallel universe inhabited by other Earth creatures who have evolved to perfection, who somehow have the power to shake us humans awake from our ludicrous dream that we know and understand, are wise and supreme.
The sparrowhawk had met his end on the bumpy main road that slices through the rolling vineyards and groves a couple of miles from the farm. In its tunnel-vision, terrain-skimming pursuit of prey it had crossed the path of a truck and lay flinching on the verge the opposite side of the road beyond the crash barrier. There was nowhere for us to pull over and, as ever, crazed Catalan drivers were furiously bunched up behind our bumper like railway carriages. We were heading for the olive mill and decided to check on our return journey to see if the bird was stunned or dead.
It was still there. The life within it had frozen, the beak locked down against the barred softness of its chest. We took it home and then I found a suitable spot to bury it beneath pine needles and two hefty stones, on the lip of the copse with an uplifting open visa of the valley, near the bee orchids.
I drifted deeper into the shadowland. Through the dreamy rhythm of the dark bark I was heading for the bowl of brightness at the far end, the latest crucible of labour where we are trying to make sense of our relationship with this land. On the western fringe of the farm beside a sunken holloway of cane, oak, blackthorn and bramble, we are, as sensitively as possible, steadily freeing a line of old olives from a worryingly combustible tangle. Imagining harvests to come we steadily stack firewood for future winters. We attempt, as we have done all over the place, to thin the dominant forces and to foster diversity, with mixed results. This corner of Mother’s Garden has been abandoned long enough for some of the undergrowth to tower 20 feet above the ancient olives. At intervals the mesh of the hollow has been breached by wild boar whose well-worn paths pattern the valley like the ancient ways of hobbits. And at the deepest point, where in 15 years I have never ventured before (and where we will leave nature alone) I found the half-crater of old badger set beneath a crooked hawthorn.
All this is but 100 metres from our pony’s dusty corral that sits in an elbow of the woodland. What nights frolics the old girl must witness, which explains her propensity to doze in the winter sunshine when out to graze. The creatures – boar, owls, badgers, rabbit, rats and cats that prey on them, weasels, deer – that inhabit that other world we rarely experience, must keep her awake most of the night.
Of all the cats that live off this land, arguably the wildest has wheedled her way into our warm kitchen. Gen Cat is classically feral. Her fat ringtail, her black side stripes on camouflage grey and her fearless countenance suggest her genes are predominantly from the forest. She will take a rodent half her size, refuses to acknowledge the terriers’ hatred, and yet at the same time has the guile to circumnavigate any doubts we might have about letting such a beast on to our laps.
Back in the hollow, as I tickle along with the clearing for an hour a day in the company of all manner of living things, I breathe in the benefit. I can begin to see the progress while weighing lessons learned from living so close to that other world,, fortified by a space I foolishly used to think of as solitude.